Random thoughts from a carpetbagger living in the Great Republic of Texas

Saturday, January 31, 2015

Of Mice and Cats

If you have never lived in a drought area,
you might be surprised that one of the side effects is the
attractiveness of your home to mice and other rodents. Yes, we live
in a drought area.

We first became suspicious when our
cats would sit very still in front of the refrigerator for 15 minutes
at a time as if waiting for something to come out from underneath.
But of course they could have also just been hoping we'd pull
something out of the refrigerator to feed them.

St. Pauli Girl first noticed the mouse
droppings in our pet food cabinet right before Christmas. We
immediately went into the first stage of denial and assumed they had
been there since before we moved in or the mice had gotten their fill
of pet food and moved on.

A few days later, we were having happy
hour at the kitchen table when I noticed a blur out of the corner of
my eye. I looked around and chalked it up to an illusion. But then
I saw the mouse scurrying across the kitchen floor and underneath the
cabinets.

"I see the mouse," I
whispered as I remained as still as possible. "It's under the
cabinets and looking right at me."

St. Pauli Girl wanted to get closer to
see, but I urged her to remain still as well. The mouse moved a few
steps closer and looked at me again. I'm not sure why I waited for
it to get closer. I doubted that I could dive on the floor and catch
it.

The pet food cabinet had originally
been the location of the kitchen sink when the house was built 50
years ago. So it had ventilation holes in the bottom of the cabinet
that hung out over the floor. The mouse looked at me one last time
then ran to the cabinet and climbed up inside through the ventilation
hole.

"Ha! He's trapped," I
shouted as I jumped up. "We've got him now!" I ran to the
other room and grabbed one of our cats. "Dinner time," I
told her.

I carried her to the kitchen and set
her in front of the cabinet. I pulled the cabinet door open. "Go
on, get the mouse!"

The cat just looked up at me as if to
say, "why did you wake me from my deep sleep?"

She stood still, and if she smelled the
mouse, she really didn't care. But then my plan backfired as our
dogs, old Bo and puppy Bonny, saw the cat on the floor and
immediately charged. They all took off running, screeching and
barking to other parts of the house. We were on our own.

We pulled the various pet food
containers out only to find an empty cabinet. There were more
ventilation holes in back through which the mouse had probably gone
back into the wall.

Now that we had an actual mouse
sighting, we went from the denial stage to the hunting stage. We
bought several mouse traps and placed them in strategic spots
throughout the house. But three days later, the traps remained
empty.

A few nights later, we sat at the
kitchen table again when I once again saw the mouse creeping along
the floor beneath the cabinets. This mouse was huge; he made Gus
from the Cinderella movie look like Dolph Lundgren. Apparently he
enjoyed our generous servings of pet food. He tried to climb up into
the pet food cabinet and got stuck. But this time, the dogs were on
it; I didn't even bother to wake up the cats.

Bonny immediately latched onto the
mouse's tail and tried to pull it out, but the mouse put up a fierce
resistance. After several minutes, the mouse finally came out of the
hole in a desperate attempt to escape. But the resilient Bonny kept
at it, grabbed the mouse in her mouth and appropriately carried it to
the dining room.

We didn't want Bonny to dismember the
mouse in the dining room so we encouraged her to take it outside.
Big mistake. She lost her grip, and the mouse scurried away.

A few nights later, we were relaxing in
front of the fire in our living room with Bo and Bonny sleeping at
our feet. Our cats were sleeping somewhere far away, probably in the
lushest chairs they could find.

Suddenly St. Pauli Girl yelled, "The
mouse!" as it scurried out from behind a curtain.

Bo and Bonny jumped into action chasing
the mouse back behind the curtain. But this time they would not be
denied. The mouse darted about, but they kept after it. Finally,
Bo, who is about 98 in human years, managed to grab the mouse in his
mouth. Sensible Bo headed straight for the door where we let him
outside to finish up the grisly business.

Later we hailed Bo the conquering hero
while making sure we didn't make enough noise to wake up the cats.
So apparently you don't have to teach an old dog new tricks which is
great because you can't teach cats anything.

Awww...poor little mouse. I'm a big softie...I let them go...and I think my two cats are big softies, too, because they're not interested in them, either; not that I've seen any mice inside here for years. The last time either Remy or Shama brought one in to show me, whichever one it was promptly lost it...and it, the mouse, later escaped back outside, counting its lucky stars. My two furry rascals are 99.9% indoor cats so most of the outdoor wildlife, birds included have no fears from my two guardians of the realme! :)

I'm not big on exterminating them either. In fact, if possible I would simply lead a parade of them out the door. Unfortunately, we have found the best way to catch them is the classic snap mouse trap. Our cats are outdoor/indoor but neither has brought home a present in years, so our wildlife has nothing to fear either. Thanks for the comment!

You know the old saying, of course, that there is NEVER just ONE mouse. If you've got A mouse, you've got a whole village of mice. Personally, I would call an exterminator before things get out of hand.

About Me

I live in a small town in Texas. I am the real America. I wasn't born in the republic which means I'm not really Texan. I do have a pickup truck but since it's a Nissan, I'm still not considered Texan. I only drive it when no one is looking. I'm a man without a country and a man without a car. I'm an entrepreneur but not a good one as I recently had to close down the family restaurant. But that makes me an economic expert. I can seriously blame the restaurant's closing on Obama, Cheney, NAFTA, Cash for Clunkers, TARP and even Bernie Madoff who never spent millions in my restaurant. Not even a dime.